The story begins about nine months after our first threesome with Steve.
Myself (Daniel) and my wife Debbie still had an occasional get-together with Steve, but he now had a new woman in his life, and things had to be toned down with us. Steve and his new lady were getting serious, and he didn't want to jeopardize the new relationship.
Debbie and I are now considering if we want to continue are sexual adventure; I know I most certainly did. Although this time I was thinking, or should I say, hoping for something a little different.
While we spoke about the possibility of a new third, I thought of suggesting she have another woman join her in bed.
I know this is like most men's fantasy; who wouldn't want to see their wife of girlfriend getting busy with another woman?
The idea of doing this, of course, started from watching adult movies, Debbie seemed to enjoy and really pay attention to those special girl-on-girl scenes; I know I did.
She also appeared to like the taste of her own pussy. When I was playing with her down there, I would finger her wet hole while I thumbed her clit. I would pull my wet fingers out of her and place them at her mouth; she would then always suck and lick them.
So during our conversation, we had agreed to seek out another guy to replace Steve if and when the time came. I then decided to pitch caution to the wind, and voice my thoughts.
I asked Debbie "Would you consider another woman?" I assured her that I would not get involved in the action unless she wanted me to, which of course I hoped she would.
Her response wasn't as positive as I hoped but not as negative as I feared.
She said that honestly, she had thought about it but did not think she would be able to.
I asked, "Which part of it would you not be able to?"
She was blunt and said, "I don't know If I could go down on another woman. I'm afraid I may not like it."
I respond, "Well you have tasted your own."
She said, "But that was my own and not another woman's; mostly I have tasted it on yours and Steve's cocks."
I said, "Well, did you like it?"
She said, "It was okay."
Not wanting to be pushy, I said, "Well, think about it, and so you know I will be okay with it, If you decide to ever try it. I'd like to watch, of course, but if it's something you want to do on your own, I'm good with that too."
So we moved on to other topics, but now we were both extremely horny, and soon all of our clothes came off, and we had some very hot sex. Debbie tasted herself in the usual way, and after I climaxed, she cleaned my cock, tasting her pussy juices.
So the inevitable day came, and Steve had to end the sexual tryst he had with Debbie. But our friendship did not end. We planned to stay in touch.
I did ask him to get together one more time with Debbie, but I asked for one favor. I asked if he could have sex with his soon-to-be wife before he got with Debbie and make sure not to clean up. I wanted Debbie to get a taste of another woman, even if it was from Steve's cock.
So Steve did the deed about a week later. This was his and Debbie's last time, so I let them go it alone. I was told by Steve that she noticed the taste of his soon-to-be wife on his cock. She looked up at him and smiled.
She said, "Did Daniel put you up to this?"
Steve said, "Yes."
She then said, "I thought so; your fiancΓ© tastes nice."
She then went back to sucking and licking his cock.
So Debbie had a small taste; at least I had that knowledge.
So about three months past, and we had not found a replacement for Steve.
Debbie and I were invited by one of her friends to a venue in our area that happened to have our favorite cover band playing. Debbie particularly liked the lead singer. His name was Andy, and he seemed like a good guy. We would chat with him when we happened to be at a venue he played at. Debbie always seemed to flirt with him, which was cool.
I had hopes that he would be Debbie's new side lover.
So we went to the club. Debbie was dressed in a skirt which may have been a little short, and a white top that was slightly low cut and showing off some cleavage. Her hair was loose curls of blonde that went down to her shoulders.
I thought she looked damn hot.
We arrived at the venue with Debbie's friend and her friend's husband, Carl. Her friend Jennifer (Jen for short) was dressed nicely as well ; she also had on a skirt that was not as short and a black top that also showed some cleavage. Jen had straight red hair that was a little shorter than Debbie's.
I had always wondered if her carpet matched the drapes like Debbie's.
The ladies were up front by the stage waiting on the band. I sat at the table and chatted with Carl. He brought up Steve's engagement, and he said he was looking forward to the bachelor party. I almost felt sad about that. Steve had been perfect for us.
The band came out to cheers, and Debbie and her friend Jennifer also joined in with cheers of their own.
The band started playing a well-known rock song, and the girls danced to the music amongst themselves. I noticed that a couple of other ladies seemed to be getting close to Debbie and Jen. I also noticed they were striking up a conversation with our two ladies.
One of the girls had dark hair, and the other one was blonde. The blonde was probably fake, but I don't judge. After all, blondes do have more fun. Debbie is proof of that.
The blonde was wearing a pair of tight-fitting shorts (Daisy Dukes). They made her ass look really nice. Her top was grayish with white tassels hanging down the front. Her breasts appeared to be a little bigger than Debbie's. The brunette was also in shorts and had on a heavy metal band t-shirt. Her ass also looked great and her tits were also a good size or two bigger than my wife's.
So as the girls danced and mingled, I continued to talk with Carl, who was paying close attention to our girls, and also was paying very close attention to the other girls.
Carl says, "The blonde is friends with Andy, the lead singer."
I say, "Really like boyfriend/girlfriend?"
He says, "I believe so, if anything, they are fuck buddies."
I say, "Interesting, Andy has good taste."
I wonder if he would also be into Debbie.
A little bit about Andy: he has dark hair, and is about six feet tall and maybe 195. He always wore loose-fitting sleeveless t-shirts. He looks pretty muscular too.
I think to myself he'd be a good choice if he is interested.
The band was playing, and Carl and I were drinking beer. We were taking it easy as it was the girls time to have some fun. We were their designated drivers for tonight.
Carl taps me on the shoulder, and points to Debbie, and says, "It looks like your wife has made a new friend."
I look over to where Debbie and Jen are, and the blonde girl is totally hanging on my wife. I just told Carl, "That girls do this all the time." Inside, I'm thinking, is this girl hitting on Debbie, or is it really something innocent?
Also, I wonder: is the blonde girls gathering woman for Andy? That could be interesting too.
I watch the girls dance, and the blonde has her arm around Debbie's waist. Debbie now slides her arm around the blonde's waist. I'm trying not to get turned on by the sight of them. This night could turn out to be more fun than I imagined.
The brunette was next to Jen, although not hanging on her, but definetly close and checking her out.
I ask Carl, "What do you think?"